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[Move_The_Hand] Aftermath [21 Nov 2009|05:26pm]
It's been several hours since the elevator incident, and night has fallen in Dearborne. Cheryl is curled up on the sofa, having finally managed to fall asleep, but she looks tense and ready to bolt at any minute. Ash isn't looking much better.

"We need to talk."

Those words are never good.
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[31 Oct 2006|09:47am]
At first, there was darkness.

And then there was light, filtered in through thick swaths of fog. A dense carpet of leaves crunched softly underfoot.

GODDAMMIT, not this place again.

"'Fraid so, sugar."

Slowly, he turned to find the speaker - a pretty young girl in a white dress, the top half of which was covered by an oversized Michigan State sweatshirt, standing next to a hastily made grave marker.

She always did like that shirt.

"Jesus Christ, I thought you were..."

"Rotting in agony in some hell dimension?"


"Not anymore."

There was a long silence.

"Okay, forget that for a minute and listen to me. I'm here to tell you to stop beating yourself up over this."

"I'm not-"

"You know I know you better than that. All this time and you still blame yourself." She crossed her arms and gave him a stern look. "We all wanted to listen to that tape, and Scotty was the one who wouldn't turn the damn thing off. Nothing that happened here was your fault."

Ash didn't respond, as he tried to shake the memory of seeing his old friend with half his face torn off, impaled by tree limbs. Linda appeared to be listening to something he couldn't hear.

"You should go now. Your son needs you."

"Hey, wait-"

"It's okay. Just go."
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[02 Aug 2006|10:51pm]
[ mood | peaceful ]

He can't sleep.

He's had more than a few restless nights recently, but this one's been the worst yet. As he wakes from yet another nightmare, he mutters a curse.

"Screw this."

He gets up quietly, careful not to wake any of the suite's other occupants, and enters the baby's room.

Which is where Sheila finds him a few hours later, dozed off on an armchair near the crib, amidst a pile of stuffed animals.

(He may actually be holding the teddy bear, but if anyone asks, he'll deny it.)

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After work at S-Mart [11 Dec 2005|09:44pm]
"Hey, Ash?"

"I'm off the clock. Whaddya want?"

"You comin' to the Christmas party?"

"Hell no. Like I wanna spend any more time with you people?"

"Yeah, whatever, man. Have a good night."

"You too."

"Um.. Ash?"


"There's someone waiting for you out here."
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Dead Reckoning - 2104 [07 Nov 2005|08:16pm]
Ash is sprawled out on the sofa, tossing and turning. Someone - probably Slack - has thoughtfully draped a blanket over him, but he isn't sleeping very peacefully.

Instead, he's dreaming. Of a mist-filled forest and a deserted, run-down cabin.

... Again.
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Dearborn, 2104 [26 Oct 2005|12:59pm]
The fluorescent lighting is out of commission as Ash and Slack step into the deserted S-Mart, casting shadows over aisles of forgotten merchandise.

Despite everything, Ash is grinning.
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[28 Jun 2005|10:13pm]
[after this]

It's a short trip, relatively speaking, from the front door of Milliways to the nearly empty S-Mart parking lot, but it feels like it should be a lot longer.

He lets go of Sheila's hand and gives her an apprehensive look.
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[23 Jun 2005|11:20pm]
Ash's apartment could best be described as a barely controlled mess. There are a few too many empty beer cans lying around and the carpet hasn't seen a vacuum cleaner in far too long, but that doesn't seem to matter as he carries Sheila through the door.
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[28 Jul 2004|09:40pm]
[ mood | irritated ]

*materializes in the middle of a deserted S-Mart, circa 1993. It's not long after his disappearance, as the aisles are still trashed from the Deadite fight, but the space-time continuum clearly hasn't spit him out at the exact moment of his departure. He picks himself off the floor with a groan. Curiously, he's back in his work uniform*

That's it? Why didn't anyone tell me it was that easy?

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[26 Jul 2004|06:57pm]
[ mood | worried ]

Okay,think. There has to be a way back... there was last time. All you need to do is find it.

*he stops pacing the room long enough to finally realize that his hand has disappeared again. As he stares at his arm, it slowly returns to normal*

Oh, fuck.

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[25 Jul 2004|11:46pm]
*Ash is asleep in his room, apparently dreaming, as he tosses and turns fitfully.

Unbeknowst to him, his flesh and blood hand seems to be disappearing.

As he falls into a deeper sleep, his hand fades back into view and everything appears normal...*
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